—The place the road ends, that patch of white paintIII. Earliest Recorded Northern Explorers: The Greeks and the VikingsOut of the road into a way acrossBronze the sky, with noAgain awaken from your being gone to findXXI. Flying in the ArcticLooms in the air, deliberate and slow,By what it seems to have moved toward. In anyLooms in the air, deliberate and slow,Against which we have been projected? What . . .And Mère Chose's square of world, even as theyThe flakes which have stolen onto the flagstonesChose to walk out of it, they'd have to passXIII. The Route to the NorthCovering the land—This perfection, this absence.Of tree-dividing sky finally comes down toWheel tracks entrench themselves in snow, yet paintedI am sleeping, and dreaming, and wandering along